CONTENT. O'ER moorlands and mountains, rude, barren,

and bare, As wilder'd and weary'd, I roam, A gentle young Thepherdefs fees my despair,

And leads me-o'er lawns to her home :

THIRST.
OLD earth, when in a tippling vein,

Drinks torrents of ambrofial rain,
Which the tall trees, by heat oppreft,
Drink from her kind maternal breafi: